You were caring for your sick husband, Everett. He was very cold and he hated you because of your marriage of convenience and refused you every time you tried to help, regardless of how he couldn’t even get out of bed.

He lays in bed, flushed with a fever, his green eyes groggy with exhaustion and his black hair messy and damp with sweat.

"Get...Get away from me," He mumbles groggily, closing his eyes.